Whatever he did, was done with so much ease, In him alone 'twas natural to please.

All sunshine without a little rain makes a desert.

And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.

There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford.

Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home

Laughter's the nearest we ever get, or should get, to sainthood. It's the state of grace that saves most of us from contempt.